As soon as he heard this sound, Lu Jianxing's face showed a hint of surprise and suspicion, and he jumped up like a conditioned reflex.

Luo Feiyu also heard it. This was Zhang Baihu's voice. As soon as he finished speaking, at the open door, Zhang Ying walked in with his official belly and walked with an unhappy expression on his fat face.

Behind him, the general flag Ling Yunkai and the two small flags under him, Ling Feng and Ling Yu.

Zhang Ying, a hundred households in the North Fushi Department of Jinyiwei, is a serious household, the sixth rank. Unlike Lu Jianxing and Shen Lian, although everyone also calls them the hundred households, they are actually just trying out the hundred households. From the sixth rank, the official rank is one level lower than Zhang Ying.

The Jinyiwei is of strict hierarchy.

Just the difference between a hundred households and a hundred households means that Zhang Ying has enough confidence to say such words in front of Lu Jianxing and Shen Lian.

Even though Chen Lian has now become involved with Lu Wenzhao, the Quasi-Chenghuo, he is not afraid at all.

Although Luo Feiyu is now a newcomer to the Jinyiwei, the general flag Yin Cheng has already figured out why Zhang Ying is so disrespectful to everyone.

He was bound to win this quasi-thousand households. However, when Lu Wenzhao returned from the battlefield of Sarhu, he still protected Guo Zhen, the eunuch of the army supervisor. Although he did not have any military achievements, he had at least retained a trace of decency for the court's war. Therefore, the quasi-thousand households were actually compensated by Lu Wenzhao.

So, Zhang Ying hated Chen Lian, Lu Jianxing and others. As for the new little flag Luo Feiyu, he had no good face.

Zhang Ying narrowed his eyes, slammed Lu Jianxing and Shen Lian's face, and landed on Luo Feiyu's body. His face darkened. He was about to shout, but Lu Jianxing said with politeness: "I have met the Lord of the Hundred Houses!"

His loud voice was shocked, and Zhang Ying was shocked. He turned his head and said angrily: "Lu Jianxing! You are so brave. Luo Xiaoqi is just a first time. Just take him to teach Fangsi to drink flower wine and have sex with prostitutes! What kind of style is it!"

Luo Feiyu looked at Ling Feng and Ling Yu behind Ling Yunkai, and felt a little funny. They came here to drink wine and have fun. What kind of style is it? What kind of style is it? What kind of style is it?

But at this time, his level was not enough and he couldn't speak. His eyes were staring at the Xiaoqi Lingfeng and Ling Yu who were of the same level as him.

The two of them were also looking at him, and their eyes were still filled with a unique and strange feeling, which made Luo Feiyu feel very strange.

Why do these two guys always look like this when they look at themselves? And they look at their boss, Ling Yunkai, and Zhang Ying, and their eyes are not as good as Lu Jianxing when he looks at Zhang Ying, and they are more or less awe!

Even they had no awe of Lu Wenzhao!

Luo Feiyu was very sure that he was not using it wrong!

But this is very strange!

Under Zhang Ying's scolding, Lu Jianxing was submissive, Chen Lian lowered his head and was scolded honestly. As for the others, let alone.

Zhang Ying was very satisfied with this scene, but her fat flesh trembled on her face and scolded, "Don't you get out of here! Are you going to stay here to embarrass you?!"

"Yes, yes! Husband's position is retired!" Lu Jianxing agreed repeatedly and led everyone out in a row.

Behind them, the proud laughter of the general flag Ling Yunkai and the hundred-household Zhang Ying came.

It was not until he walked out of the Jiaofangsi that Lu Jianxing sighed and said to Luo Feiyu with apologies: "Brother Luo, I am not reluctant to give up this little money. The hundred families are here, but we can only be human with our tails!"

"What are you talking about by Lord Baihu?" Luo Feiyu replied, "I am so sorry for this kind of intention!"

Lu Jianxing stopped and said in a deep voice: "If you think my second brother and I are our own brothers, you don't have to be so disgusted!"

"Yes! Brother Lu taught me a lesson!" Luo Feiyu felt a stern and replied.

Lu Jianxing reached out and just patted Luo Feiyu on the shoulder, but Luo Feiyu suddenly turned his head and looked at the darkness beside the road. He pressed the handle of the Xiuchundao with his right hand, pushed his thumb, pulled out about a tiny inch, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is it!"

The others immediately reacted, their movements were exactly the same, and they were on guard. They pressed the hilt of the knife with their right hand, and their thumbs were slightly backed, and they were about an inch of the knife. In this way, if there was an emergency, they could quickly pull the knife out of the sheath without any delay.

Next to the road was the alley between the houses, and in the dark it seemed that there was nothing. Just when everyone thought Luo Feiyu had taken a look, a chuckle suddenly sounded in the darkness, with a bit of contempt.

Luo Feiyu reacted very quickly and was the first to escape, and the others immediately followed. No one noticed that Jin Yichuan, who was at the end, bit his lips tightly, his face very unnatural.

Ping-pong, the sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly rose and stopped suddenly. When everyone arrived, Luo Feiyu stood in the alley holding an embroidered spring knife, staring at the darkness deep in the alley.

"Brother Luo, how about it?" Shen Lian asked in a deep voice.

"I'm fine!" Luo Feiyu replied, "No need to chase!"

"Who is this! He is so brave, he dares to fight with the Jinyiwei!"

Luo Feiyu put his sword back into the sheath and replied, "His sword technique is very strong!"

But there is still the second half of the sentence, Luo Feiyu did not say it. The knife used by this man was not a single sword like Xiuchun sword, but a long sword like Qi's sword. The sword was strong and mixed with the sword force of the Japanese pirates of Fusang.

The wedding banquet was very good. First, he was disturbed by Zhang Ying, a hundred households, and then he met such a mysterious swordsman, which immediately disappointed people.

After saying goodbye to each other, Luo Feiyu returned to the place where he settled. This was originally an old house of Lu Wenzhao, small and old, which was suitable for Luo Feiyu to settle down temporarily.

Luo Feiyu was not sleepy, so he closed the doors and windows, lit an oil lamp, sat cross-legged at the table, put the embroidered spring knife at his feet, held the small box he wore with him in his hand, and played with it repeatedly.

These days, he found a reason, went to the best blacksmith shop in the capital, and carefully checked the best iron chains there. Compared with the thin chain he was wearing, it was completely simple and vulgar.

In other words, such a thin chain is simply not something that the blacksmith shop in the capital can create!

But how could I have such a thing on my body without knowing it?

Luo Feiyu couldn't figure it out, and didn't know where he pressed it. The small box made a slight click and opened a crack.

Luo Feiyu felt a stern in his heart. He looked closely and saw that there was nothing special in the box, just a small... gyro!

This gyro is made of metal and iron. It is cool and has a silver-white whole body, but it is certainly not silver. Luo Feiyu was very sure of the first time he saw this. This thing is the best blacksmith shop in the capital and the best blacksmith. It took ten or twenty years to create it!

The small gyro was pinched with the index finger and thumb, twisted it gently, and it spun on the table, extremely light.

But soon, Luo Feiyu couldn't help but hiss and took a breath!

This small gyro is rotating steadily on the table, but it will not fall out of exhaustion!

What's going on? A chill flashed in Luo Feiyu's heart, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and the chill was bursting.
Chapter completed!